My Volkswagen Story

As a member of a car club I often wonder whatin my classes would argue which cars were
inspires others like myself to join such anbetter, depending, of course, on what their
organization. Certainly the cameraderie, the sensefathers drove. Most of the time it was Mustang
of being part of a big family, is an importantvs. Corvette vs. Charger vs. GTO. I got many
factor. The club I belong to is devoted to alllaughs when I contributed Volkswagens to the
Volkswagens, old and new. The question fordebates, but I didn't care. I thought the "bug" was
others fascinated with these cars is, What got usbetter-looking than any of those cars, and I still
interested in Volkswagens in the first place?do. I didn't and still don't care about 0-60 times. It
There are probably as many stories of inspirationhas been said that beauty is in the eye of the
as there are dandelions in my front yard everybeholder, and VW owners can all concur.Sadly, in
Spring. With that said, here is mine.I was born in1970, after 13 years of dependable service and
1959, and my memory goes as far back as 1962,about 257,000 kilometers (160,000 miles,)my
when I was about two and a half years old. Infather had decided that it was no longer
those days generally only one parent was thecost-effective to keep the car. Many trips to
breadwinner, as was the case with my father.Oklahoma and the perpetual road salt that
We only had one car, and besides, my mothercovered highways during Midwest winters had
didn't know how to drive. The car we had was ataken their toll, and when the amateur patching of
1957 Oval Window Beetle that was purchasedbodywork no longer helped it was time to say
"new" in Kansas City, Missouri. I say "new"good-bye to our Beetle. A salvage yard offered a
because at that time there were waiting listsmere $25 for the VW, so my father gave it to a
much like there would be forty-one years laterfriend to use as a parts car. I vividly remember
when the New Beetle first hit showrooms. Back infighting back tears as the friend gave us a ride
1957, my father's 1946 Chevy was worn out andback to our home. It was as if we had lost a
he started his search for a new car. He becamemember of the family, and as far as I was
interested in Volkswagens after reading aboutconcerned we had.I got my Drivers' License in
them in the popular publications of the day.A good1976, but I was in a hand-me-down Ford
ten years before hippies would exersise theMaverick. Considering the manner in which I drove
concept of nonconformity, my father decidedat 16, it's nothing short of a miracle that I am
that he wanted a car that would stand out fromalive to tell this tale nearly thirty years later.
the usual gigantic, tail-finned, gas-guzzling dinosaursMoving on to 1978, I at last had my own
that roamed the streets during that period. ItVolkswagen, a 1971 Super Beetle. In the early
cost less,too. For a tad over $1700 he acquired a1980's I had two more Beetles. In 2000, after
salesman's demonstrator with just a fewtrying various other makes I longed for a VW
kilometers showing on the odometer. Yes,again and bought a 1996 Golf, followed by a 1969
kilometers (for those of you US readers). ThisBeetle three years later. Up to that time I was
was a European-spec model, complete withthe only member of our VW club who did not
semaphore turn-signals (literally, for those notown a classic air-cooled model from the early
familiar with Volkswagens, an arm that flappedyears. In nearly 46 years of life in this world, I
out of the side of both doors that flashed,have calculated that 22 of those have been with
indicating which direction the driver intended toa Volkswagen.I have reached the point of no
turn)as well as one-piece bumpers. (US-specreturn now. I will always own a VW of some sort.
models had overriders.) Thanks to my father, IMy 8-year-old daughter has already picked her
knew the difference between miles andfirst car; a New Beetle. Kids have a tendency to
kilometers by the time I was just five years old.change their minds quite often as new interests
It was amusing to watch my friends gasp as weare acquired, but in this case, I don't think she will.
would cruise down the highway at 62 miles anIt runs in the family.Pat Sills is an avid Volkswagen
hour while they thought we were going 100.Itenthusiast and writes articles and feature stories
would be many years before I would start driving,for his club's Newsletter. His first novel,
but I knew that I would be driving a VolkswagenREUNIONS, was published in March, 2005. Check it
someday. When I was in elementary school in theout at:
mid and late 1960's, the Muscle-Car Era, the boysor at: authorsden.